A.N: Again Norse-related, again the result of me reading the Prose Edda half-asleep (same session as the previous one as a matter of fact). You could argue this is also the cliff-notes version of the Volva’s prophesy (albeit a lot more biased – I have my favourites, what you’re gonna do about it?). Honestly, I feel like I should be assigning background reading side by side with uploading this, not sure how much of it is obscure if you haven’t read the Eddas….It’s more of a reaction poem, a way of me getting out my frustration with the parts of the mythology that I don’t like. And for the record, when I say All-Father, I don’t mean Odin. Yes, it’s one of his kennings but technically speaking he is like Zeus, a third(+) generation divine being, so in my opinion the title should go to the first, male(-ish?), Creation-initiating figure. Any other points that are unclear, please let me know. 🙂
A beautiful mirror hangs over land
Shining reflection of what is below
For ages long it hung un-cracked
Adorned with red gold and ice silver
Bor’s sons did kill the All-Father
A crack was formed on the edge.
With treachery and blood was Asgard’s mortar mixed
The silver then blackened
Trice did the golden maiden burn
Thus did the seer decry
Red gold peeled away, bone marrow was ‘neath
The head’s whisper gave cause
For three children the underworld to claim
The frame groaned under the dwarf thread keeping it together
Wars ravaged the lands, worthy men fell,
Rose and fell again denied respite
See how the glass is dimming?
Gifts unacknowledged do enmity inspire
They are not the bearer’s to give away
Hear you the murmurs in citadels old
None has the power to halt the wheel.
The smoke that hides the beauteous mirror
Reveals what the gazer fears to see
There aren’t oaths enough in the world
To halt the dread maid’s demand for bounty.
See you the cracks as they spread each winter
The dragons awaken one by one
Blood made the world blood will unmake it
But what will the final splinter cause none knows
Three winters have passed the wolf is howling
The volva laughs as underworld opens their gates.